I live among confused dreams

Of dwarfed cliff tops and egg-shelled bombs

Of an abyss of worms that lived of greed

Earlobes stuffing inwards, deaf to its deeds

In windpipes clogged with lies

In revulsive laughters belched from boardroom highs

While people wailing over their fears and tears

Sing elegies to their gone-by years

I gasped and smirked in my many mouths

Feeling the burdened sighs and elusive highs

I turned over and saw a child in a moon

Its deep silence that tugged at fear and hope

I saw a grace fall from here

And ascend many miles into stars that disappear

I saw the child with its eyes gaped once and shut then

Looking at eerie wombs, its twisted cords

I woke up in my sleep and slept by my side

Seeing eons on a receding stride

Is the dream turning its last bend

Finding the nightmare in its own end.